A Message from the Past


That my friend is a picture of a piece of paper towel as a book mark. It is not mine mind you. I am a page bender. No this is a message from the past. Okay maybe I am getting a little unnecessarily deep here, but this is from a used book store. Which makes me believe it’s worth noting what pages they noted.

That and it is poetry. Poetry. Opens. the. Soul.

and screams.


Who ever you are New York Public Library user. I will note your note and read the poem with interest.